Change is an emotion

It all comes
It all goes
The tide comes
It never stays

What it is for me
It is not for them
What i mourn
They celebrate

Each day has it's own meaning
It's just that it keeps changing
It pinches it hurts
but the pain never recedes
The irony just stands and stares
Mocking me and all i care

Is it existential that i breathe today
Is it for me or others to say
Is it that i don't feel a thing
or is it that things don't feel
then , iam -A thing !!
What a release
A sense of freedom

But then why do i feel
Why do i breathe
Why do i care
and why hope...
I gather because you may die within
but hope lingers on
Till the last breath called life

It's just that i din't want to feel
But it's diffucult to block out
I never thought it could happen
Am i guilty of believing in what started as make believe
If yes then i better grow up
But then am still confused
am still lost
and mesmerised by that thought....of days past and months begone
which promised nothing ,
yet went on.